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The medicine man lifted up a  baby girl 
To the heavens like a cherished rare pearl
He called upon the gods to send a spirit
To posses the babe they named Little Irit

He enters a trance chanting in a voice that was throaty
Summoning up the cursed fiery eyed Coyote
Before the beast he lay Little Irit on a bed of leaves
A sacrifice to rekindle the gods favour, in which his tribe believes

He walks away with no remorse
As the child is left for the Coyote’s main course
It’s an hour later that the medicine man returns
The sacrifice is accepted by the evidence or earth that burns

Medicine man enlightens the chief by the light of crescent moon
That Cursed Coyote has lifted their gloom
The Chief calls the elders to make a great feast
In honour of the fiery eyed cursed beast

When the villagers were drunk and all well fed
They sat round the campfire telling stories before bed
Then suddenly out of the fire, cursed Coyote pounced causing fear and dread
As he slowly gnawed off the medicine man’s head

The chief ordered every man to kill the beast
After the battle, Coyote lay dying and around him lay 150 deceased
Coyote said to the chief, “Your son’s lives will I claim,”
“For the little life you sacrificed, you will all feel my pain.”

The chief cut the Coyote’s head and mounted it on high
For all those to see as they walked on by
If you go there you will see an inscription explaining the reason why
They thought, that was the end of the curse and Coyote had to die
But the head of Coyote would bring a curse that would make the village cry…

To be continued….  ( for P.D. My good friend )

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